[Intro: Obie Trice talking (Green Lantern)]The Conspiracy (yeah, yeah ...)Green Lantern (what up, what up)Hey Green I'ma talk to 'em manThat's all on this one (Obie Trice y'all) [echo][Verse 1: Obie Trice]My momma look in my face with praisesAmazin grace to see her son on a paper chase (paper chase)She ain't gotta face the jake, runnin up in her placeCause her son's on a paper chase (paper chase)And she ain't gotta face my frame, layin up in her wakeCause her son's on a paper chase (paper chase)Obie Trice, toggle back and forth with optionsThis is my life, the block or your Magnum-voxsThe synopsis, clogs my logicYou wanna be mobstersRoll on a roster like we's impostersLike we's in D needs to be stoppedLike we don't bleed and breathe hip-hop, and so they knock usBut this accomplishment is far more fetch than one's knowledgeIt's impossible, we will never be stoppedShady's inevitable, our heavy influence in medley crewWho grew from a old school's point of viewEarn from the best, learn to play chess with wordsThe circumstances sayin we herbsBut that's aight, Soundscan sayin we wordAnd I'm pronouncin numbers, I ain't never in my life heardAnd you ain't gotta touch it, fuck it, say I'ma puppetI hit the public, motherfuckers love itObie Trice 2003, summer, newcomer, I'm cominBump me in your buckets (fuck it)